#◟ ⠀ ⠀[⠀ pinned. ⠀]⠀⠀ ⠀* ⠀⠀⠀ i - i’m green and i’m - and i’m slimy!

[tawnyevergreen]

I had a dream that was Wicked but Elphaba was Johnathan Sims and Oz was Elias, I need to put this on paper somehow

[ofmaldonia]

(Greta Onieogou, 29 anos, ela/dela) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é TIANA, da história A PRINCESA E O SAPO! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a GOVERNAR MALDONIA, ADMINISTRAR O TIANA’S PALACE E FAZER DIPLOMACIA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja ALTRUÍSTA, você é WORKAHOLIC, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: DAR ATENÇÃO AO SEU RESTAURANTE.

headcanons   ﹢   tiana’s palace   ﹢   wanted connections

HEADCANONS

Tiana finalmente consegue dar a devida atenção ao seu tão sonhado restaurante, deixando as obrigações como rainha em segundo plano, haja vista que nem em Maldonia ela está autorizada a pisar. Secretamente, não está sentindo tanta falta da politicagem e começa a se sentir mais como si mesma enquanto está cozinhando.

O Tiana’s Palace faz semanalmente a Noite de Jazz, uma noite com muita música, dança e diversão. Quando ela era mais jovem e dura, não conhecia sair com seus amigos, por isso decidiu dedicar um dia da semana apenas para isso. Ironicamente, ela não conseguiu marcar presença além da noite de estreia da novidade. Mas agora, oportunidade é que não falta.

Como rainha, é notoriamente esforçada — como em tudo o que dispõe a fazer. No entanto, governar não se parece com nada que já tenha feito antes, e todas as responsabilidades desse mundo novo a conduziram a crises de identidade e ansiedade durante o caminho.

Skeleton.

Posicionamento em relação aos perdidos

Ela não está feliz com nada que está acontecendo, muito menos com as mudanças na sua história. No começo desconfiou que os perdidos não eram tão “perdidos” assim quanto se faziam e sabiam, sim, de alguma coisa. No entanto, com os acontecimentos bizarros que vêm acontecendo, ela está convencida de que eles também são vitimas.

TIANA’S PALACE

É um restaurante famoso no reino da Maldonia — conhecido pelo passado da proprietária trabalhadora, que nunca desistiu de honrar os sonhos do pai, e os dela também. Seu interior é uma visão quase fiel de Nova Orleans, com decorações típicas do lugar onde Tiana e Charlotte cresceram. As cores predominantes são verde, dourado e amadeirado. Embora o salão seja espaçoso, os clientes precisam fazer uma reserva para conseguir um lugar devido a alta demanda — durante o horário de almoço o movimento é mais ameno. Além do cardápio tradicionalmente sulista, há um bar em formato de ilha localizado ao norte do restaurante, com todo tipo de cocktail e mocktail sendo preparado pelos melhores baristas do Mundo das Histórias. Subindo para o primeiro andar, o mezanino reserva ainda mais mesas, sendo que duas únicas mesas que dão vista para o salão central pertencem, com exclusividade, à mãe de Tiana e à família de Naveen. As paredes, por sua vez, contam a história da dona. Dezenas de fotografias capturam o carinho que Tiana, Eudora e o pai nutriam um pelo outro, sua amizade precoce com Charlotte e Eli La Bouff, o baile de aniversário de Lottie, o recorte de jornal que anunciava a chegada do príncipe de Maldonia em Nova Orleans… entre várias outras lembranças, incontáveis. É um ambiente que serve para o melhor dos três mundos: família, amigos e amantes. As Noites do Jazz são organizadas toda semana, quando as mesas e cadeiras são afastadas e se toca muita música para todos dançarem ao som do sul — mãe e filho, melhores amigas, namorados —, embora a proprietária não esteja presente nestas desde a inauguração do evento. Para além das Noites do Jazz, há, em todas as noites, uma banda ao vivo no restaurante tocando jazz e blues para que os clientes se sintam mais perto de Louisiana.

Contrata-se host, barman, sommelier, banda reserva de jazz (tecladista, trompetista, saxofonista, baterista e cantor).

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Muse A é o conselheiro de Tiana e Naveen que oferece seus conselhos aos governantes de Maldonia sempre que necessário. São mais que aliados — são pessoas de mútua confiança e respeito.

Muse B e Muse C também representam confiança para Tiana, visto que são dois aliados políticos no Mundo das Histórias. Possuem amizade e tratados de parceria que beneficiam ambas as partes.

Talvez a coisa que ela mais gosta de fazer além de cozinhar, é ensinar. Muse D, por motivos a combinar, é um pupilo de Tiana.

Durante a crise conjugal que enfrenta, Muse E tem sido essencial para manter Tiana sã, visto que guarda seus sentimentos à sete chaves, ainda mais agora que é uma figura pública e política. É uma das pessoas que ela mais confia e, basicamente, faria tudo por ela apenas por ouvi-la.

Que Tiana é uma mulher que prioriza o trabalho em detrimento da companhia dos amigos, é uma história tão velha quanto o tempo. Porém, isso não freia Muse F de tentar fazê-la sair de seu casulo e fazer coisas que nunca pensou em fazer, especialmente agora que ela está “com tempo” no Reino dos Perdidos.

Muse G tem interesse na tecnologia de Maldonia/Victor Frankenstein, e nada como ter relações importantes para conseguir o que quer. Fez amizade com a carismática governante a pretexto de conseguir algo maior que poder político.

Com os boatos da crise conjugal na boca do povo, Muse H aproveitou a oportunidade para tentar chamar Tiana para sair. Mesmo que ela negue esses boatos e todas as investidas, uma parte de si fica imaginando cenários com Muse começados por “e se…”.

No início do caos, o perdido Muse I se aprochegou de Tiana por acreditar que ela o acolheria em meio toda aquela confusão, mas a reação dela foi a mais avessa o possível. Manteve distância, discutiu, acusou-o de ser manipulador, cínico, e que ele e a “laia dele” eram culpados por tudo de ruim que estava acontecendo ao seu mundo. Muse nunca a perdoou, mesmo depois dela ter tentado se reconciliar (importante dizer que ela não pediu desculpas, apenas justificou suas atitudes).

Semelhantemente ao anterior, a mesma coisa aconteceu com Muse J, mas este a perdoou pela forma que o tratou. Inconscientemente, Tiana tenta recompensá-lo por tudo o que disse e está quase sempre o mimando.

[bondagebimbo]

bruh what is it with my piercings deciding to just fucking yeet themselves off my face and trying to get lost in the void 💀

[yumemiruuuu]

Bai Wuxiang: And we’re gonna do the stabby stab 🥰

The entire TGCF fandom, horrified: NO, NOBODY’S GOING TO BE DOING THE STABBY STAB—

[fumifooms]

My first itabag! A bit of this a bit of that, ROTTMNT, Tsuritama and Chainsaw Man with a touch of Sonic, Dorohedoro, Gintama, Pandora Hearts, Osomatsu-san and ocs.

It’s a bit of a mess but I love the hobby and I doubt this’ll be my last one, I might tweak this one a bit too, or get another insert to swap out. Some charms at the bottom hang too low, and there were other things I wanted to put in the bottom corners too. I might put a big Hozuki keychain I have on the side hmm… With this size it’d have been fun building around putting in my 12" Metal Sonic Jazwares figure and a Metal Sonic plush I have, but ahh some other day… I struggled with it because the weight of it all made the insert sag and fold over, I didn’t see anything on the topic online so what I did is I found a big sturdy cardboard, and pinned the finished insert to it… Two cardboards for good measure. Oh also my badges have reflective plastic covers.

List of the items under cut.

Fanmade TMNT bow by Maidenskiss on Etsy, item listing is gone.

Ocs! Drawn and made by Auunko

Fanmade ROTTMNT charm by Malelo1002 on twitter

Fanmade ROTTMNT charm by MortinfamiART, item listing is unavailable.

Fanmade ROTTMNT patch by GiraffeCatCo on Etsy, item listing is gone.

Official Tsuritama merch

Bootlegs I found without credit. If you know do tell me

Official Chainsaw Man merch

Fanmade Chainsaw Man charm by 118ween: link

Official Dorohedoro merch

Shadow fanzine merch, link. Artist for pin: Yureimori on twitter. Artist for keychain: Snaggypeets on twitter.

Official Pandora Hearts badge and official Osomatsu-san charm

Fanmade Tsuritama charm by Hachibani: link

Rainbow Loom craft project of pikachu I made a decade ago, I don’t have a link to the tutorial.

[kinnbig]

a song from my Burnout fic playlist just came on my regular music shuffle while i’m in the middle of finally doing some chores i’ve been putting off for days and now im vibrating at the speed of light with feelings about Big and my fic and the need to WRITE IT but also i’m exhausted and also i have many more chores to do before i’m done for the day :(

[toxicrevolver]

Halloween tag game! Thanks for the tag!!! @serendipminie

Do this quiz find out what horror movie stereotype you are

And make this picrew/dolldivine to design your look

I’m also somehow a tragic hero. Idk. Maybe it’s bcs I’m always trying to fight. In all actuality I’d probably be one of the first people to die in a horror movie bcs I can’t keep my mouth shut (which is filed under reasons I’d do terrible in prison). This was super fun tho. I love doing pic crew things (even tho I hate my face).

And as per usual I’m not tagging anyone bcs I am lazy (and socially awkward) plus I have the big sad. But if anyone wants to participate they can blame me as the reason.

[rozugold]

Listened to a fan interpretation that made me start shaking with rage but I am being so brave about it

[gladiatorcunt]

love the challengers theme bestie

thank you bestie 🙂���↕️

[stone-stars]

bev sash design achieved!

[ID: a green sash laying on the ground, covered in patches. From top to bottom there are: a sun with leaves framing it; 6 metal leaf pins; a row with a storm cloud, a sun, and a mushroom; and four rows of round patches. The round patches are a raccoon, a beach, a glowing heart, a star, a guitar, an eye, animals, a sun, an archery target, a moon, tragedy and comedy masks, and a planet.]

the stormcloud is for hardwon (stormborn) and the mushroom is for moonshine, with a sun in the middle for bev. considering adding a gay heart as well :3

[c04l01l]

at least i have a bunch of nice stuff planned for my boyfriend’s birthday

[tetzoro]

omg aims!! what a cute little mootiez initiative 🥺 happy august 🥺

my favourite emoji is this: ☁️ + something that has made me smile recently... i bought new workout clothes 😋

as part of my august greeting! i am also wishing you a lovely month 🥺 august is my favourite month, so i am sending all that good energy your way too 🥺 i have a few little curious sel questions for you as well!! what is your favorite month, and why? + which character do you find the easiest to write (for whatever reason it may be!) 🥺

hi sel my belle (ㅅ´ ˘ `) hehe i’m putting this under the cut so i can answer your cute lil question :’) you’re such a sweetheart for always sending these out, it makes me feel like we are all at a lil slumber party + swapping secrets about our blorbos. i adore it + you ! 🤍💫

august is your fave month ? :3 what makes it your fave !! i’d love to know hehe

mine is probably may hehe because spring has been warmed up, the flowers have bloomed and summer is right on the horizon. nothing but sunshine and hope! it always puts me in a good mood 🥹

as for what character i find easiest to write, oooooo this is tricky hehe honestly, i struggle a lot with characterization because im always scared that my love for the character gets in the way of their actual characterization LOL. but i would say,,, maybe kuroo + zoro ! i think its easier for me bc ive written them so much. they’re my default when it comes to new ideas :3

[murky-memories]

About Me

₊˚ˑ༄ؘ All the things we've seen

They just make Murky us scream₊˚.༄ ೃ -

ೃ‧₊›Now she/her they're in 18 our dreams·˚ *

Open up Dec 22 the box⋆ .

ׂׂׂׂૢ་༘࿐Now it never stops࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

ෆ song used ෆ

[hcneymooners]

⋆ beg until i'm in.

ambessa x wife!reader. men and minors dni.

synopsis: you and ambessa are estranged wives, but are you really estranged if she refuses to divorce you, and every time you see each other, you can't help but fall into bed?

cw: light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, getting back together, top ambessa medarda, dom/sub, dom ambessa medarda, she has soft spot for you, pleasure dom ambessaaaaa, just for you though, strapping, rough sex, rough body play, hair-pulling, name-calling, pet names, lesbian sex, dildos, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, she is strapping you down, you will not be walking, cock worship, blow jobs, the strap is the cock in question no men i swear to god, mommy kink, praise kink, mating press, age difference, older woman/younger woman, marriage, she does not play about you, realizing this might have slight primal play, orgasm edging, begging, spanking, impact play notes: i am a FREAK about this woman. also i wrote this for @sheloveschai because she has been bringing me joy through their work and i want to do the same.

“she thinks i’m a monster.”

the words hung in the air, dense as the afternoon heat, heavy as ambessa’s head in your lap. how you’d ended up here—her armor gone, her weight so familiar—felt like one of those moments you’d look back on, trying to pin down the thread that led you here. you couldn’t.

your lives were separate. estranged wives, that’s what you told yourself. she wouldn’t divorce you, and you weren’t exactly rushing to draw up the papers. but estrangement was such a tidy, convenient word like the absence between you both was clean and intentional. it wasn’t. she blurred the edges every time she showed up unannounced, stepping into the space she left behind like it still belonged to her. and maybe it did.

she came today, her arrival marked by the low hum of her car pulling up the dirt road. the ranch was still, caught in that honeyed pause between afternoon and evening. the house she’d bought for you sat perched on its patch of green, neat but unpretentious—a porch for watching storms, white siding that seemed to glow in the late sun. the kind of place that felt like it had existed long before you arrived, waiting for someone to live in it properly. around it, the land stretched wide, unbroken except for the fences hemming in the garden you’d built with your own hands.

you were out there, barefoot and stubborn, locked in a battle with the soil. a carrot clung to the earth like it had something to prove, your hair slipping from its tie as you yanked at it, dirt smudged across your face from an earlier showdown with a deer that had dared to challenge your lettuce. the dress you wore—white, soft, and loose—shifted around you like a second skin, its ruffled straps falling to kiss your shoulders. it was stained at the hem, caught on brambles, but it moved with you, romantic in its simplicity, something that could’ve been borrowed from another life.

ambessa watched from the car. you didn’t notice her at first, too busy flailing after some audacious bit of wildlife, but she noticed you. her eyes followed the sway of your dress, the way the sun painted gold onto your skin, how your body moved with a kind of rawness that had always undone her. she waited because ambessa always waited. but there was a tension to it, like watching something she didn’t want to admit she needed.

hours later, she was here, sprawled in your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. her hand rested against the fabric of your dress, her breathing slow but uneven. you stroked her hair without thinking, staring out at the horizon. the horses were grazing, lazy against the emerald sprawl. the ranch, her gift, felt heavier than it had in a while.

“at one point in time,” you said finally, the words tasting of truth, “every daughter views her mother as her monster.”

her hand stilled. you could feel her thoughts shifting, coiling like a tide just out of reach. she didn’t say anything, but the silence was loud, charged. you didn’t press her.

“you were always so hard on yourself,” you continued, your voice quiet but steady. “you can be… strong, stubborn, cruel. i’ve felt it. i know it. so much of your decision-making is absolute like the world is this black-and-white chessboard you’re determined to win on. there’s no room for anyone else in that kind of thinking. it can be stifling. but—” you hesitated, fingers idly brushing the hem of your dress as you tried to hold her gaze.

“love is always the basis when it comes to the people you care about: mel, kino—”

“you,” she interjected softly, her voice barely audible but so certain it almost startled you.

you hummed in agreement, the corners of your mouth tugging into an easy smile.

“me,” you admitted, your chest tightening at the confession. you sighed, the sound carrying years of ache. “your problem is that you don’t believe we can love you back. not really. you think we can’t be safe with you. so you send us away, like that’s protecting us. you decide things for us—these big, sweeping decisions—and suddenly we’re standing outside looking in, strangers in our own lives with you.”

you paused, thinking of her daughter. “mel’s a teenager. she’s going to buck against you because that’s what teenagers do. you have to let her. you can’t control everything, ambessa. we don’t learn any other way.”

ambessa watched you, her face unreadable but her eyes dark and intent. her voice was indescribably tender when she spoke.

“you’re such a wonderful stepmother.”

the word made you scoff. you pushed her—gently but firmly—off your lap and rose to your feet. she let you, though her eyes lingered on you. she could never let go entirely.

“don’t let her hear you say that,” you muttered, shaking your head.

mel had not taken your marriage to her mother well. and really, who could blame her? you were more than half ambessa’s age. you’d once been mel’s peer at university, brushing shoulders in the same circles without a clue that your lives would one day intertwine like this. to make matters worse, mel hadn’t even learned of the relationship from her mother or you. no, she’d found out by walking in on the two of you in a position that still made your cheeks burn to think about.

what followed was relentless: the icy distance, the sharp words, the careful avoidance. love, for you, had always been hard, but this was a different kind of difficulty. you’d tried to explain yourself to mel, fumbling for words that didn’t sound hollow. you told her you loved her mother simply because you did. it wasn’t about their wealth or their influence. you’d come from nothing—a small town with a crumbling church, miles of barren land, and a quiet resignation to a life of struggle. you were used to living hard and mean, to fending for yourself.

but ambessa… she had swept into your life with the force of a storm. she needled at you, chipped away at your shell until you were belly-up and tender, soft between her teeth. you were an easy kill in her hunt, and she was ruthless, selfish, and she could be so fucking mean. but none of that mattered.

you loved her with the kind of blind devotion that defied reason, and you couldn’t imagine doing anything else. being her wife was your greatest pride, and tending to her was your guiltiest pleasure.

mel couldn’t understand that, and the rift between you grew wider with each passing day. then came the public’s growing animosity toward the medarda family, the rising tensions, and ambessa made one of her absolute decisions. the separation blindsided you. you’d cried so hard you blacked out in the hall, and when you woke, you left without looking back. you thought mel wouldn’t care.

which is why you were shocked when ambessa brought you mel’s request for your perspective.

you turned toward the stove, busying yourself with the rhythm of dinner prep. it was easier to focus on the small, manageable things—chopping vegetables, lighting the flame—than to meet her gaze.

“she doesn’t hate you, [name],” ambessa said suddenly, her voice calm but insistent.

you froze, the knife hovering mid-air before you carefully set it down and turned on the stove.

“you staying for dinner?” you asked carefully.

you heard her shift behind you, felt the warmth of her body as she closed the space between you. her arms circled your waist, firm but gentle, and you shivered, instinctively leaning into her. god knows you were never the strongest soldier. she pressed a kiss to your temple, her lips lingering just long enough to make you melt.

“i admit,” she murmured, her voice low and quiet, “i had other motives for coming here.”

“bessa,” you began.

ambessa held you tighter, her lips brushing against your temple, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. her silence stretched just long enough for you to grow uneasy, but then she spoke, her voice low and thick with emotion.

“they’ve been asking for you,” she said, her hands smoothing over your waist.

you stiffened slightly, unsure if you’d heard her correctly.

“who?”

“mel. kino.” she pressed another kiss to your temple, then let her forehead rest against the side of your head. “they’ve been pleading with me to bring you back. they won’t admit it outright—god forbid they ever say they were wrong—”

you shot her a look.

“—but they’ve missed you. and they hate the way i’ve been without you. they say i’m different when you’re there.”

your breath hitched, your chest tightening with a mix of disbelief and something dangerously close to hope.

“they don’t even like me,” you murmured, your voice cracking.

“that’s not true.” ambessa’s tone softened, her grip on you tightening like she was afraid you might slip away. “they’re too proud to say it, but they’ve developed a soft spot for you despite everything. they miss you as much as i do.”

you turned your head slightly, just enough to catch the edge of her expression—open, raw, and devastatingly honest. by instinct, you lifted a hand and cradled her face. you hated it when she was sad.

“oh, bessa.”

“i’ve realized,” she continued, her voice dropping to a near whisper, “that i am nothing without you. i thought i was protecting you by letting you go, but i was wrong. i’m tired, my love. tired of waking up alone. tired of pretending i don’t need you. i do. god, i do.”

you felt a weight lift from the depths of your body. you’d waited so long to hear this—to feel wanted, needed, like you weren’t just a fleeting chapter in her life. tears welled up, and before you could stop them, they spilled over, hot and fat.

ambessa turned you in her arms, her hands coming up to cup your face as you began to cry in earnest.

“oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, her thumbs brushing away your tears. “don’t cry. please don’t cry.”

“i don’t want to do this anymore,” you choked out between sobs, clutching at her arms like she was the only thing keeping you upright. you pressed down on the thick cords of muscle, pleading with the strength of your grip. “i don’t want the house or any of this shit. i’m so tired of taking care of myself, ambessa. i just want to come home.”

her expression crumpled, and for a moment, you saw a vulnerability in her that she rarely let show.

“i’m sorry,” she said, her voice tight. “i’m so sorry, my love. i never should have let you go. i’ll make it right—i swear to you. i’ll spoil you, take care of you, and keep you forever. you’re mine, [name], and i’ll never let you forget it again.”

you sobbed harder, your face burying into her chest as her arms enveloped you completely.

“i know, baby. you did so well. i’m so proud of you,” she murmured.

she continued to whisper soft reassurances, mantras of “sweetheart,” “my sweet girl,” and “my sweet baby,” until the tears slowed and your breathing evened out. you shuddered against her, refusing to remove yourself from where you were pressed tightly against her chest. she shifted, and you jolted—fingers splaying desperately across her body.

“shh. i’m just making us more comfortable,” she told you.

the two of you moved, a single weeping entity across the floor of the kitchen into the living room. ambessa settled you on the couch, continuing to trace a hand across the landscape of your back.

“come back with me,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your hair. “let me take care of you. let me love you the way you deserve, hmm?”

you nodded against her, your hands clutching at the fabric of her shirt like a lifeline.

“that's all i want. i never stopped loving you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“i know,” she said, tilting your face up to hers.

the kiss she gave you was desperate and all-consuming, a culmination of every time you had woken and found yourself alone. her hands roamed over your hips and your waist, pulling you closer as if the space between you was unbearable. you gasped into her mouth, and she deepened the kiss.

“i’ve missed you,” she murmured against your lips, her voice low, rough with hunger. “did you miss me?”

you shivered, your body instinctively pressing into hers.

“yes. yes, i did. i swear, bessa,” you insisted, your voice trembling.

“shh, my love,” she said, her lips trailing down your jaw to your neck to soothe you. “i believe you. a sweet girl like you wouldn’t lie to me.”

with a groan, she lifted you, guiding you toward the bedroom, her hands never straying from your body, her kisses growing more frantic. when your back hit the bed, she hovered over you, her gaze dark, possessive. a hand came down to cup your cunt, firm and promising.

“yes or no?” she asked.

she only asked out of respect. ambessa had long ago perfected the art of taking what she wanted. you found you didn’t mind. it was easier this way, surrendering to her because she knew your body—your needs—better than you ever could. in her hands, the pressure of choice vanished. you trusted her to always know what was best.

suddenly, you were reminded of when she proposed. you felt the same now as you had then—wide-eyed, carnivorous. gently, you pulled her closer, brushing your lips against hers. the room smelled of apple blossoms and her intoxicating scent.

“yes,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

satisfied, she lowered her mouth back to your neck. at that moment, you could have mistaken her for a vampire—hunting for your pulse, for that line of forever-promised blood.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“ambessa.”

“hmm?” she answered, her hand tightening where it reigned on the nape of your neck.

she had you face down with your ass up, her other hand holding you at the small of your back as she thrust into you. you let out a high moan as she began to move faster, her cock moving deeper as you bore down on her.

“you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. so tight and sweet for me. it’s almost as if you haven’t been touched in a long while.”

“bessa—” you choked out, and she let out a laugh.

“oh, baby. i know that’s not true.” bending forward to brace herself on the bed, she began to pump into you. “you were always so hungry for it, so eager. i know you’ve probably stuffed yourself every single night since i’ve been gone.”

you whimpered, drool beginning to spill from your lips.

“but it didn’t feel like this, did it?”

“no,” you answered, squealing as ambessa brought a hand down on your ass. “no, baby. i can’t take care of myself like you do.”

“no,” she agreed. “you can’t. you just get so stupid when you’re fucked. you have no chance of doing this alone. not well, at least.”

“bessa, please,” you mewled.

with a bored sigh, she tightened her grip around your band of hair and yanked your head back, pounding into you with predatorial precision. you moaned as she began to focus on your g-spot, pulling your head back roughly to further increase her control.

“shit, bessa. fuuuuuck.”

“yeah?”

all thoughts were being fucked out of your head. you managed to get a hand on your clit, rubbing furiously to add stimulation.

“uh, uh, uh. oh, fuck. holy shit. ambessa, fuck. please, baby. please don’t stop.”

for a moment, she paused, and you remembered how cruel she could be. tenderly, she turned you over on your back and slid back in, placing your hands on the back of your thighs so that you were holding yourself open. with a grunt, she sunk deep until her hips were once again clapping against your ass.

a strong hand came down, fingers hooking into your mouth and tugging till she could see your teeth. you felt like an animal.

“stop fucking talking,” she told you, and you nodded, spit slicking all over your mouth and her fingers. “good girl.”

the praise settled on you, and you moaned weakly. her next thrust hit you like a line of coke. she was pressing into you, working for something. you weren’t sure what, but you could feel the way she was aiming to break you in.

“come on,” she murmured, retracting her fingers to grope roughly at your tits. “say it.”

your brow furrowed, and she came to a slow, gradual stop. sliding out, ambessa crawled onto the bed and placed a hand on your chest. you watched her, eyes large and glittering with tears. her breasts hung heavy over you, ripe and full with age. you wanted to suck and bite her nipples till she was shaking on the bridge of your nose, pussy-deep into your throat.

carefully, she slipped the holster from her hips and removed the girthy dildo from where it sat, slick with your heat and arousal.

“maybe this will jog your memory,” she said, and you didn’t have a moment to think before her cock was in your mouth.

you choked loudly, but she paid you no mind. with a few circular motions of her wrist, she made you deepthroat every inch, her eyes darkening as you audibly gagged and sucked on it. you ran your tongue over the artificial veins, getting it as wet as possible.

you were tasting yourself, strawberry sweet with a hint of bitterness and slight musk. you could feel your cunt pulsing, fluttering as ambessa’s eyes grew darker. she prohibited you from letting your legs down, and your thighs were burning, sweat garnishing your skin with a light sheen.

you felt so exposed, so debased like this: holding yourself wide and open while gagging like a well-trained whore on the toy.

“remember now?” she asked, and you breathed hard through your nose.

you were trying, bless you, to remember, and she dropped a kiss on your cunt for the effort.

“look at this pussy, sweetheart. fuck, baby.” ambessa lifted from where she’d been dragging her free hand through your folds. her fingers were soaked. “you’re rinsing me.”

something about her tone jogged your memory, and suddenly, you knew what she wanted to hear. in your excitement, you whined, and she met your gaze. she considered you and then removed her cock from your mouth.

“mommy,” you breathed, and she smiled, her face warm and rivaling the sun.

“that’s it,” she said, pride drenching the words. “good job, sweet girl. you deserve a reward.”

you beamed and wiggled your pussy in silent demand. ambessa laughed at your eagerness, bending to kiss you. her lips trailed lower till she was mouthing over the sopping mound of your count. around and around, her tongue wet, her teeth softly grazing your clit. you snapped upward, letting go of your legs and clutching at her braids instead.

“goddamnit, ambessa! fuck!”

she continued to eat you out, shaking her head and sucking loudly. still, she found time to pinch the inside of your thigh in reprimand.

“that’s not my name, sweet girl. i won’t tell you again.”

“fuck. fuck, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, mommy. just—please.” your voice cleaved in the middle. “please, i need to cum. i want to cum so bad for you, mommy. let me. please just let me—”

with a wet pop, ambessa broke away from your swollen pussy and looked at you. you breathed heavily, eyes caught on the way she gazed at you from between your legs.

“nothing is stopping you, my love. do what pleases you.”

she lowered down again and spat right into your cunt. you let your head fall back.

“i told you,” she said. “i plan to spoil you. this will only be your first.”

and with that, she suctioned her mouth around your rosy pussy and sucked, pointing her tongue and slipping inside of you. you came with a high wail, legs clamping around her head as you bowed over her. you felt light-headed, slit open, and destroyed.

and true to her nature, ambessa never stopped.

© hcneymooners.

[athena-xox]

Ever after high books + links

Link one (most books)

Link two (other books)

EDIT: SINCE THIS IS GETTING ATTENTION AGAIN I IMPLORE EVERYONE TO CHECK MY PINNED POST SINCE THERE IS SO MUCH MORE GOOD RESOURCES!!! (This includes webisode timelines, doll diaries, EAH dictionary, confirmed birthdays and sm more)

The Main Trilogy (& Other Shannon Hale Books)

The Storybook of Legends by Shannon Hale

The Unfairest of Them All by Shannon Hale

A Wonderlandiful World by Shannon Hale

Once Upon a Time by Shannon Hale

The Legend of Shadow High by Shannon Hale

Ever After High School Series

Next Top Villain by Suzanne Selfors

Kiss and Spell by Suzanne Selfors

A Semi Charming Kinda Life by Suzanne Selfors

Fairies Got Talent by Suzanne Selfors

Truth or Hair by Suzanne Selfors

Fairy Tail Ending by Suzanne Selfors

Destiny Do-Over Diary companion books to the school series

General Villainy by Suzanne Selfors

Science & Sorcery by Suzanne Selfors

Hero Training by Suzanne Selfors

Once Upon a Pet

A Princely Present by Suzanne Selfors

Candy Wish Fish by Suzanne Selfors

Trouble with Jackalopes by Suzanne Selfors

Next Top Bird by Suzanne Selfors

Hedgehog’s Hexcellent Adventures by Suzanne Selfors

Horse of a Different Colour by Suzanne Selfors

Once Upon a Twist

When the Clock Strikes Cupid by Lisa Shea

Cerise and the Beast by Lisa Shea

Rosabella and the Three Bears by Perdita Finn

Duchess Lets Down Her Hair by Perdita Finn

The Kitty Mermaid by Perdita Finn

The Secret Diary of

The Secret Diary of Apple White by Heather Alexander

The Secret Diary of Raven Queen by Heather Alexander

Diary of an Evil Queen by Stacia Deutsch

Junior Novels

Dragon Games Stacia Deutsch

Epic Winter by Perdita Finn

Activity books

Yearbook

Royals and Rebels

The Sleepover Spellebration Party Planner by Kirsten Mayer

The Totally Tea-RRIFIC Hat-Tastic Book About YOU

Madeline Hatter’s Guide to Riddlish! A Topsy-Turvy Write-In Book by Elizabelle Castle

The Hat-Tastic Tea Party Planner by Melissa Yu

A Spelltacular Year

Plan Your Destiny

Ever After High Activity Book

Spellbinding Activities

Write Fableous Fairytales

Picture books

Welcome, Baby Dragons by Margaret Green

Let the Dragon Games Begin by Margaret Green

Royally Cool Adventure by Perdita Finn

Meet Crystal Winter by Perdita Finn

Colouring/Sticker books

Thronecoming Reusable Sticker Book by Melissa Yu

A Wonderlandiful Doodle Book by Jeanine Henderson

Draw Dream Create Sketchbook

An Enchanted Pop-Up Sketchbook



Other books

Five Minute Stories by Robert Rudman & Ellie Rose

Class of Classics by Leigh Dragoon & Jessi Sheron

The books that don’t have a link are ones I know exist but I couldn’t find on internet archive/other searching.

If you have any links to these missing books, or books that I don’t have PLEASE lmk. Or if you have higher quality or pdf links (since some of the books are just screenshots of pages that I put together on a doc…)

The last two books in the once upon a twist series don’t exist.. they were cancelled or only a few copies were made (and those who have them aren’t saying anything). But I’m hoping to find them somehow if I have to message perdita finn myself. I believe there are a few chapters up somewhere so I’ll try to compile all that’s available

Any title that is coloured with a link means I don’t have a pdf or full copy yet but I have a preview

Because this is getting so much attention make sure to check my pinned post that has more eah resources!!

There are also diaries that went along with the dolls that you can find on @everafterhigharchive’s page who is also responsible for most of the links here

(Also one of my interconnect libraries has meet Crystal Winter so I’ll upload that onto internet archive + add it on here once it ships)

[the-leftist-n-slander-kids]

🇵🇸 “How can I help Palestine? I’m a minor.” GREAT QUESTION! 🍉

1. Wear Palestine colours! Red, white and green. Don’t have those colours? That’s okay! Paint your nails that colour, dye your hair, wear pins, makeup, anything! (Just make sure you don’t purchase anything.)

2. DONT PURCHASE ANYTHING! Eat food at home, if your parents offer you food from places like McDonald’s or Starbucks say you’d rather eat at home.

3. So you can’t skip school? That’s okay. Make all your school projects about Palestine or with Palestine colours. Got an art project? Great! Draw Palestine colours.

4. If you have a good/great relationship with your family/siblings tell them about Palestine. Don’t? That’s okay, tell your friends if you can.

5. Place stickers and write free Palestine on things.

6. If you’re religious pray for Palestine.

7. Learn Arabic or engage with Arabic culture! This is a great way to show support.

8. Donate if you have money/can. I know some kids maybe could, some find dealing with money stressful or are poor. It’s okay if you can’t.

9. Join riots if you can! I recommend you go with a friend or an adult.

10. Post on social media about Palestine if you can.

ID LIKE TO NOTE SOME PARENTS ARE PRO-ISRAEL, ABUSIVE ETC.

However there’s still ways to riot even as a kid.

Don’t give in. Our protests matter as much as adult’s do.